"Get down princess," Cyrus gripped his sword, feeling something was wrong. He sensed other people approaching them in the distance but when he peeked outside, the Blackwell guards were calm and there was no one else in sight.
"What's happening?" Amelia slid off her seat going to the floor of the carriage. She knew Cyrus wouldn't joke around when it came to danger.
"Someone is surrounding us. You there," he called to a guard riding a horse beside the carriage. "You must tell them to turn around before it's too late. I picked up on someone approaching us."
"Sit still northerner," the guard rolled his eyes dismissing Cyrus's claims. He was in on the king's plan to use the carriage as a trap to lure out Killian Bune. It was bad enough that the northerner was being pulled in the carriage but now he was trying to give him orders.
